Pilot Program - Wish a Wish

My name is Amelia. And I… I’ve been cursed…

Hear me out, don’t just leave… She pulls you back to sit down.

Jeez, tough crowd. She scoffs.

This world doesn’t function the way yours does, this isn’t normal. Here wishes can become a reality, a world where if you really really wish for it, the universe will align to make it a reality. Want a car? Boom!! You have your car. Want wealth? You got it, buddy. Whatever you wish, you can have it. Want to become the best at your job? Want to become a god with unlimited powers? Want to be the one? You got all that and more. Ending her grand introductory speech with a grin on her face.

You know when your parents were telling you that you could become anything? Yeah? This is the world where you literally can. Because, all you have to do… Is… Wish it and… Poof… You got it. Your wish is now reality. Sounds nice, right? Well… Here’s the twist… I know, right? There’s a twist, there’s always a twist to these things, isn’t there? Want to know the twist? The twists of all twists? You have to make people believe in your wish too. Good luck with that. Angrily she takes a shot of hard liquor and looks into your eyes.

Maybe now you understand why I said that I’ve been cursed. These stupid dense holy shit people are impossible to deal with and I can’t stand them one bit. Do you know how it feels to work in a world where all your wishes can become true? And these idiots just stand there and tell you that “If you smiled more and you’d be a more cheerful person, they’d help you with your wishes.” AAAH!!! They’re such hypocrites, it pisses me off. What? Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face? Stop it, stop staring. Don’t pity me… What? I’ve tried wishing, I really did. And I believed in it, I believed in them… I believed in people and even the power of making anything come true. But somehow for me… It never worked. I don’t know why. She sighed.

Somehow I just seem to disappoint everyone, even myself. How? Who knows… But I really wish I knew how to make any of this work… I wish a wish…

This is part of the Pilot Program, where you decide which is going to be the next 52 chapter story for 2020. How will you do that? By reading it, re-reading it, sharing it, liking it and getting it in front of a lot of people. This is the third of the Pilot Program short stories, the first one being 20 Questions, the second one being Literal Generic.

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Attropolis XI (Reader beware 18+ Sexual content)

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

That day at the court after the meeting with the Generals, Augustus returned to his chambers, leaving the generals and their men to take care of their daily duties until they had to report in the afternoon. But before they got to exit the palace, a voluptuous woman entered, they all knew that white stained cloth held only by a tiny belt. Those gorgeous breasts, the protruding brown nipples through the fabric, those skinny legs and dirty stinking feet. They all stopped to admire her, though they all knew her very well in all the right places. Stoic, Olanus stood tallest of all the generals, and she, well, she was in the mood for something big today. Something that made her feel so small, yet like her insides were tearing in a good way. Slowly she started walking towards him, eyeing him up and down. As stoic as he was, as visibly aroused he was by her looks, not hesitating he told the rest of them to bugger off and do their jobs. Groaning and moaning the generals left, yet not before they had made some obscene gestures behind her back, like they were stroking their penises, fingering her and ejaculating on her face. Olanus looked down on Alicaria, stroked her hair just as she grouped his butt cheeks, and they slowly made their way towards his chamber. She had a devilish smirk on her smile and a giddy laugh like that one of a child on Saturnalia. “How is your child?” asked Olanus in a gravely voice. “He is doing fine, at school, all thanks to you and your friends” she responded. They entered the chambers, without hesitation she grabbed his massive propagator, pulling down on it to reveal its shaved head in a thick luscious forest. He in response grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up in the air, whilst she was still holding onto his spear. Walked towards the bed, with her in one hand, put her gently down. She let go, opened her mouth and took his whole glory deep, past her tonsils, the gurgling sound was only arousing him more and more. Thrusting in and out of her salivating mouth, her face wet, his penis fully erect, she could barely hold to the bed considering his force. After a few minutes he pulled out of her mouth, and Alicaria just fell on the bed. Legs spread apart, her vagina was so wet, it had drenched the cloth as it simply took her shape, it became translucent. Olanus didn’t know what to do, the mixed feelings he had between losing it all and giving in or being gentle and caring for her like a phoenix feather. Yet his thirst, his thirst was unrelenting, and he had a wishing well in front of his face, how could he contain himself from the fruitiest of fruits he had in front of him. He delve his propagator deep into her, as she lets out a moan that rocks the room. Juices gush out of her, wetting the bedding, as he humps and humps, she scratches his back with her long nails. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but couldn’t properly envelop him. Tears of pleasure down her face, she let out a smile, having a few rotten teeth, and a few more missing, he tilted forwards to kiss her, their lips met, his tongue pulled her tongue into his mouth, exchanging saliva, she puts her right hand on the back of his head, pulling his hair. He pulls away, lifts her up in his arms, puts her on a table and keeps pounding her without stopping. A centurion bursts through the door, gasping… The two interlock and remain like that since she got scared by the centurion. He shocked, looks at Alicaria and… “Alicaria, I was at your place, and… Juliusegos is dead, he was raped.”

And then…

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Attropolis X

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

Creetus was devastated, a fifth of the city was in flames. Hippos was standing watching over the crisp bodies of his parents. Unable to move, yet his mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do next. This was his only remaining family, as his relatives had died in the wars against the Roman empire. His body was trembling, tears rolling down his face, anger, confusion, frustration, fists clutched, a scream that was heard through the storm. Through the window red, orange and blue were coloring his house. The flames of the city were reflecting on the orphan, his body shaking, yet his feet unable to move, his eyes trapped on the bodies. What can a lonely boy do in this crazy world? What was his destiny? Why were the gods punishing him? He had done nothing wrong. Nothing. NOTHING! Oh, what a cruel world! Oh, what a tragic fate! Oh, what a tragic life upon him. His innocence vanished, like that, in a split second. All his happiness taken away from him. The storm was dying down, pitch black darkness engulfed him and his house. The fires died too, a murmur seemed to approach him and his house. A few shy steps, a hand touching the wall, dragging its fingers on it as they were walking and getting closer. Hippos can’t move, petrified, unable to defend himself, the sound of the fingers dragging on the wall were terrifying him. Like the cry of hurt dogs, the walls were crying. A lightning and a weird shadow appeared behind him, he couldn’t make out the shape of it. But he knew that they got to the window, the steps were approaching the door. A wet touch on the door, it was slowly opening, creaking, Hippos started crying out of sheer frustration and anger that he couldn’t move. They were approaching, carefully, in all the darkness the only thing to be heard were the steps, and the heavy breathing. He felt something going down his legs, he didn’t know what it was in all his numbness. Down at his feet, a puddles was forming, which only scared him more. They were really close, he knew that, he could hear them being only a step away from him. His back, tingling… He felt their eyes on his neck, staring. A hand, on his back, moving up and down, they were examining him. Their hands were now both on his back going up along his spine, getting to his tense shoulders, with gentles movements both hands go over his shoulders to his neck, getting tight. His heart was beating like crazy, started hyperventilating, head felt light, knees weak, arms heavy. A small head on his shoulder, he felt the wet hair, another strong heartbeat in his back. The head rose from his shoulder and he felt a peck on his cheek. Suddenly the arms released him, the feet started making noise as they were moving around him. And there she stood, in front of him. Holding his hands, pulling him towards her. She had moved him, his tears wouldn’t stop. All this time, it was her, she had ran through the pouring rain, to him…

And in Rome.

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Attropolix IX

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

Rome, an empire on the rise, the might and power of a few million Roman people. An army of over one hundred thousand people, growing, by day, as was the empire. Though at war and expanding, the empire felt at peace, the people were excited, they were loving the prosperity and the possibility of going to war. Not all of them, but most of them were. Bravery meant honor, honor meant respect. Most of the time respect was bringing in money, as respected people were given a lot of jobs and some even paid for their insight alone. The bravest ones were in the personal army of the Caesar, Augustus. Those that couldn’t serve in the army anymore were either consultants or in the senate. One of these people in His personal army was Olanus. A great warrior that had fought in the early days next to Caesar himself. Killing hundreds of enemies, with the brute force of an ogre, but besides the force he had, the height he had, the wit he had, the speed he lacked. With one hit, he could crack five skulls open, but until he did, you could run to Britania and back. Though most battlefields were muddy, slippery from the blood, or there were too many bodies to properly run through, which put Olanus to an advantage. Due to his wit Olanus knew when to enter battle, and Augustus admired him for that. He even boasted about it saying “Know which battles to choose and how to fight them. That’s the thing I have learned from Olanus. No matter how invincible you think you are, how strong you think you are. Know which battles are worth fighting and which you can afford to lose. But never, not ever miss the chance to strike when you can.” Olanus was adopted, not just by Rome, but he was orphaned child, as his mother was killed by some raging nomad that beat her down with what he called “the best pointy stick he had to cure plebs of their ills” and his father cut his own throat after his penis detached from his body, due to the fact that he ate too much wheat since the only thing he knew how to make was bread. But that wasn’t the only tragedy Olanus had to go through as he grew up, as he had to fight his own twin brother Anus ii, and desert the city he was brought up in. As years had past, he went fighting his way through the empire to get to the heart of Rome. He knew he had talent to get where he wanted to be. His mind worked like the Olympic fire burning bright, a talent the Caesar saw in him the moment he had laid eyes on Olanus. Though the rumors about him were like the old folk tales about Hercules, seeing him in person Augustus was more impressed than he’d thought he’d be, when measuring his stature head to toe. He imposed himself over the Caesar’s generals and guards, Augustus’s face lit up with excitement at such splendor and immediately took him in as his personal gift sent from the gods. Ever since then, nothing could have stood between the two and glory.

Meanwhile in Greece…

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Attropolis VIII

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

He saw a bolt of lightning coming down from the skies, a bright white like splitting into arms of the shape of knives. They were illuminating the street, his face lit up, the arms had hit the water, suddenly it had turned into a light show, electricity dancing in the water hitting the buildings and bouncing from the buildings towards him. He raised both his hands up in the air like embracing… The electricity had hit his feet, coursing through him, coloring him white, blue and a loud thunder was heard as electricity moved to his face. Eyes turned blue, hair turned yellow then white, and a gust of wind blew from behind, his hair in the wind, dispersing… He stood there bold, electrified, tears were coming down his face, just as the rain started to pour again. His steps felt light, as he put one foot in front of the other, the speed at which he was moving was increasing. Every drop of rain that was falling onto him was lighting up, suddenly the streets were filled with bright spontaneous bursts of light as he was running back home. He burst through the door of his home, his parents, mortified, they barely recognized him. He has white eyebrows, the small hairs on his body turned blonde. His mother came to him, angry, disappointed, yet somehow it felt like a giant rock was lifted from her heart. The father seeing him, was horrified, he knew that this could be nothing but a bad omen, feeling powerless, he went to grab a bottle of some wine, sat back down at the table and poured himself a pint of wine. And another one, then another one, and another one, then another one. The boy still had electricity in him, so as his mother approached him, she got zapped. His father put his hand on his face, sighed, looked at her, she started laughing, and so did he. The child in his confusion started laughing as well. This family was strongly tied together, the two lovers that became parents met as children during school, much like their child is in love already with someone. They got married when they were eleven, just before she got her first menstruation. As in love as ever even today, as they were when they first met, at the ripe old age of seven. But their life wasn’t always perfect, they first tried to have a child the night they got married, it didn’t pan out sadly. It took them seven years worth of trying before they got the little ball of joy that is Hippos. They had multiple miscarriages, some voluntary, due to the jealousy of others and some involuntary. The laughing had stopped in the house, the mother went to put dinner on the table for the little rascal, as he went got a cloth, some salt, doused the cloth in water, put some salt on it, he started scrubbing his teeth. The father, still drinking his wine, with a lot of dread in his eyes. Hippos started scrubbing real good on his teeth, faster and faster. Suddenly everything started floating, a lighting came down hitting his parents, both turned to ash in an instant. The house, being from mud bricks, got cracked and ashed, but didn’t burn. As he heard the thunder, Hippos turned around, shocked to see his parents dead…

And in Rome…

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Pilot Program - Literal Generic

Michael - 28, Actor

I finally made it, I can’t believe I’m here. Being lucky to live your dream is simply a blessing, even if the road here was nothing but a nightmare. I guess that’s why they say that it’s worth to fight for your dreams and never give up. That’s what he thought to himself… Being back in his dressing room, getting ready for rehearsals, Michael’s excitement was palpable as he fell down on his knees, shaking. Ten years, it took him ten years to get to where he is now. That somehow seems to the usual amount of time before you can taste real success.

Finally, I’m here, at the rehearsal, for my favorite director. Now don’t be such a wuss… Shaking… Hah. I deserve this, I’ve worked my ass to get here. I went through literal fucking hell to get here. Especially because everyone here thinks they’re the artists of all artists, a genius of some sort. Ironic, they’re as generic as they come, nothing else. Acting like they know art and their vision is the only true one, denying anyone or shutting anyone down out of fear of being outsmarted or put to shame. Insecure motherfuckers… Yet, they put you through hell at the first sign of any kind of opportunity. Though they act like angels, these spawns from hell.

Michael, a 28 year old actor, that doesn’t know what it means to give up. A stubborn man that has no competition when it comes to being spiteful in the most interesting of ways. He’s worked at the same construction company for years, while auditioning for parts here and there, to little success until now.

Adeline - 26, Actress

I don’t know why the fuck he got offered the part. What could have he seen in him? He is such a basic ass bitch. I swear, if he keeps me back and ruins the show, I’m going to castrate him. Just to make sure he’ll never reproduce. Do you know how important this play is for me? I’ve been busting my ass for a while, and having such an important director come here? Fuck, that’s a one in a billion chance. So, we have to take this chance, man. This isn’t Broadway, we have no big actors to compete with. But it’s our chance out of here.

It’s what she said, but compared to what Michael was thinking: I’m going to fuck this up, I’m going to fuck this up, I’m going to fuck up the fucking Scottish play. He seemed very composed on failure. Yet this is just the beginning of his journey… Well, not quite. You’re not even reading the beginning, this is just an introduction to Literal Generic.

The Pilot Program is a series where you vote for your favorite next series for 2020. How do you vote? By reading, sharing, liking, commenting and that way, you will choose the story for 2020. This is just the second in a string of short stories. The first one being 20 Questions: https://www.raulfo.com/nobodytheblog/2019/1/23/pilot-program-20-questions

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Attropolis VII

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

The next morning in Creetus a storm was brewing, dark clouds, thunder, the sea unruly, waves hitting the shore high and strong. People were shaken and in a hurry to secure some food, as they rarely bought food for more than one day. But they weren’t afraid of the dark, especially in the mornings, since they all had slept, they regenerated their eye’s ability to shine light in darkness. Hippos woke up to a thunder, his parents nowhere to be found. He went to the window, looked up, the dark sky was enveloping everything, the lightnings were creating a wonderful show that excited him, the thunder was creating a symphony that was raising the hairs on his arm. Suddenly his parents burst through the doors, as rain started to pour down from the skies. Seeing his parents wet, hearing the thunders, Hippos couldn’t help himself, he ran out of the house, the parents didn’t have courage to step out when Zeus was mad, throwing lightnings down at earth. Others were afraid of Poseidon, as he could drown them, when days like these occurred it meant that the very next day, they would have to sacrifice an animal, but that also meant traveling to the foot of Mount Olympus. Hippos was running, ecstatic, each step that hit the ground was creating a splash, the bigger the splash the faster he was trying to run and harder to put his foot down. His white robe, was drenched, sticking to his body. With each thunder he started screaming as loud as he possibly could, thus no one could hear his voice. Some people were looking outside in the darkness and seeing him run past their house. Most of them were scared, the rest thought he was crazy, though no one really recognized who the child was. He had finally arrived in the town square, all alone, no one around, the rain was pouring, the boy started gesturing left and right towards the places the lighting was appearing through sky. He raised his right hand, clenched a fist and rapidly brought his arm towards the ground making a semicircular motion, up and down, as lightning struck the house of one of the town’s most respected elders. A scream that seemed to be the spark that started the fire was heard. Hippos was ecstatic, he couldn’t believe his eyes and his luck. The water got to his ankles, he was shaking, not because he was cold, but because he couldn’t contain all the adrenaline that was rushing through his body. So he started running again, running back to his home. Crying, he had never felt so much excitement in his entire life, like a god striking down upon mortals. Then the rain stopped, like with a snap of the fingers, everything went dead quiet, nothing was moving, he stood in place… Then he….

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Heart to Heart

This is my first rant of 2019, welcome.

I probably talked or have written about similar things before, but now I want to hit on something else, my own happiness.

Why aren't you smiling more?
Well, because you don't give me a reason to smile, maybe it's not your fault, cause I might have things on my mind and I am worried. Maybe it's because you disappointed me, you made my life harder, or took a decision that now I have to deal with. Maybe, it's because you're a hypocrite.

Why do you always joke? You know that's unprofessional, right?
Cause I am funny? Cause I can see the irony? Because it's unbelievably stupid? Because the situation is funny? Or because it reminds me of something funny.

Why are you always so serious? Can't you take a joke?
I thought you wanted me to be more professional and serious, which is it? Or is it that you only want to joke when you ain't the butt of the joke?

You should be happier! Enjoy life more.
I should, but you stand in my way.

Here's how people stay in my way:
They're hypocrites. That's it, thank you.

Nah, I'm joking. Not done, otherwise this fucking rant is pointless, I need to get my point across more clearly so that it hurts.

I can be plenty happy on my own, or with the content I choose to digest, the food I enjoy, the people I choose to be with, and who I am. Happy plenty, grateful plenty, cheerful as it can be. But…

If you stand in my way for no other reason than being an asshole, if you hurt others or make their lives harder and mine too by proxy, then I can’t be happy.

If you’re acting all high and mighty but you’re doing the same thing you accuse those of doing, then you’re a hypocrite and you’re doing no good to me or anyone, so I can’t be happy.

If you choose to take advantage of me, my time, my skills and then throw at me empty words when you are punishing me, then I can’t be happy… How can I?

If you’re creating problems for me because you don’t care, then how can I be happy?

If you’re a business owner, manager, boss of any kind and I see you take advantage and punish your workers for your mistakes, then how can I be professional and be cheerful working for you?

If you’re a hypocrite that is in a position of power and does all this and all this impacts me directly, then how can I be happy? Well, if you’re a hypocrite and you’re asking me to “be the better man” that means you’re the lesser, that means that you just want to take advantage of me or others, that means that you’re blind to how toxic you yourself are. So don’t ask me to be happy, professional, the better man… Because I don’t need you to ask any of that from me, because I know I can be. But that doesn’t excuse you. Yeah, you. Democrat, republic, whatever… All the same shit to me if you’re a hypocrite and can’t do what you ask from others.

Conclusion: If you want the best from someone, be the best and give your best too. Don’t mistreat them, don’t punish others for your mistakes and your idiocy.

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Attropolis V

Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

Jonis Aledranxus started his class, again, this time he tried staying on the topic of Astrology. The classroom was silent as they were still afraid of their teacher. A balding pug of a man, that got all red if he got angry, he did have a tempter and a tick of screaming at something, anything given the chance. He had a very imaginative mind, no one dared to get in an argument with him, as his arguments were always strong, to the point and he'd never back down. I think that was called stubbornness. This class was an introduction to the zodiac signs and what they meant. "You see, children. The gods have devised a way to communicate with us. As I told you before today, those pale dots on the sky are what we call stars. They are put there by gods in order to help us with our daily lives. This is the reason we're having the astrology class so late in the day, so we can observe the sky." said the professor. The children were all visibly excited by this, as he gave them some hope. Hippos wasn't really paying attention to any of this, since he sat next to his love, thus he had a hand between her legs, something new to play with. He had never touched something like that before until now, it was exciting, for her too. And since it was already dark, no one could really see what they were doing. Suddenly he had an idea, he went down onto his all fours and put his head between her legs. It smelled like a platter of sea food, but he liked it, so he started liking and licking. She loved every single moment of it. "These dots are in formations we call constellations, some of the more complex ones, we call zodiac signs, anyone can find them, since they each represent something. These twelve zodiac signs are: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn Aquarius and Pieces. Aries is representatives of a ram, showing their stubbornness, Taurus is a powerful bull, Gemini are twins in synchronicity, Cancer is a crab that can pinch, Leo is a ferocious lion, Virgo is a tender virgin, Libra is a righteous scale that knows how to balance things, Scorpios is someone that can be deceitful, Sagittarius always hits his point, Capricorn can adapt itself on land or water, Aquarius can't keep a secret, and finally Pieces... That can get through anything in life like they are fish in water. If we look at the sky, we can all see these zodiac signs as constellations. These zodiac signs correspond to an well thought out and researched arbitrary dates, so we each of us have a our own individual sign, depending on when during the year you were born. The position of these constellations in regards to this flat earth is how the gods communicate with us. But that's not all, there are oracles, those with such high abilities to discern how the stars outside of the zodiac signs impact our lives. These oracles have a sixth sense and the ability to understand the gods tongue itself." said professor Jonis Aledranxus. Suddenly there was commotion around the classroom, you could hear soldiers approaching. Hippos got up from between her legs, his mouth was prune like, she was shaking. The soldiers with torches surround the classroom, the professor told everyone to stay calm. A few soldiers approach Jonis and tell him that he is under arrest for sodomy. Jonis, unhappy hearing that he started fuming, turning red, he was angry and started screaming. "I AM A RED BLOODED HUMAN BEING! YOU CANNOT ARREST ME FOR SOMETHING THAT IS SO HUMAN" he spewed with anger at the soldiers. They explained to him that having sex with frogs to prove that they are homosexual is in fact sodomy and it is not tolerated in a civil society like Creetus. The soldiers told him that he could either choose confinement or being banished from the city. Since no parent would want such a creep close to their children. And thus, Jonis Alendraxus was banned from Creetus for having sexual intercourse with frogs to prove their homosexuality.  So, the children were left to go back home to their parents, since they had no teacher for the evening. Most children were happy and confused at what just happened, their parents were about to get a very long evening of explaining what homosexuality is, why some people do that and what are frogs.

And in Rome…

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